70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

To avoid tiring himself out, Youyou only led two groups of tourists in one day, earning a solid four hundred yuan. When he threw the four hundred yuan in front of his father, his lips curled into a wide smile: "Comrade He Yuan, look... look at this... look how much my three hours are worth..."

He Yuan glanced at it coolly.

It would be a lie to say it wasn't heartbreaking.

But he really looks annoying.

"Should we confiscate it?"

"Hey, hey, hey, my mom said we should cultivate children's interests, and what you're doing is discouraging me from them!"

Youyou quickly clutched all the money to her chest.

He Yuan warned, "You are only allowed to use a quarter of the money to buy food."

"I know I'm not a competitive eater, I'm just showing my love for life. What brings me direct happiness is food!"

Youyou spoke eloquently.

He Yuan listened to him recite it at home.

But I can't abandon my own child, so I have to endure it.

"Where's your sister?"

Youyou gave an address: "She went to a writers' gathering. She's sure to get scolded today, but don't worry, she'll scold back. Tomorrow she'll be arguing back and forth with a group of people."

He Yuan: "Then I'll go pick her up."

He got up and went out.

Without turning her head, Youyou casually waved her right hand and raised her eyebrows at Youtiao: "Youtiao, come here."

The fried dough stick lay obediently on him.

Youyou petted the dog while watching TV.

She takes very good care of herself.

Comrade He Yuan rode for more than half an hour to the foot of a tenement building. He frowned as he looked around at the surrounding environment, then slowly walked up and knocked on the door according to the address provided by Youyou.

As the door opened, the three men in front of Pingping were crying their eyes out.

He Yuan paused for a moment.

When Pingping saw her father, her arrogant demeanor subsided slightly. "Dad, what brings you here?"

A large group of people inside the room also turned to look at He Yuan.

Some people who saw He Yuan at first glance only thought he was a young writer, but they never expected that he had a child, and that the child was the biological father of the famous female devil Chen Xu.

He Yuan: "It's late, let me pick you up and take you home."

Everyone looked at the clock again.

It's not even eight o'clock yet.

Is it late?
Pingping smoothed her hair: "Alright then, everyone, see you next time."

She put the article into her schoolbag and obediently went to her father: "Dad, I'm all done, let's go."

He Yuan nodded, and the two went downstairs together.

The room was filled with shock.

The group of people, driven to despair by Pingping's arguments, couldn't help but sigh, realizing that even their little devilish daughter was still afraid of her parents.

In reality, He Yuan had been at his wits' end with his daughter. As they went down the stairs, he gently advised Pingping, "It's too dangerous here. The nearest police station is more than a kilometer away, and we don't have any familiar relatives. It's not a legitimate organization either. What if something happens?"

Pingping sat on the back of the bicycle and said in a muffled voice, "It's an event organized by the publishing house, a legitimate event. It's just that the person who organized it was swindled out of his money by his lover, so they held the event in a tenement building. They even scolded me for being too young, saying that the science content I was teaching would corrupt children, and that I know too much at such a young age..."

He Yuan braked.

Pingping quickly grabbed her father's clothes: "I've already scolded them. Actually, I thought it through when I published the book. There will always be people who talk nonsense. But didn't you and Mom say that my book can help a lot of people? My knowledge can help people. Isn't it normal for some mediocre people to be jealous of me?"

He Yuan sighed, "I'll go buy you an ice pop."

Pingping smiled and said, "Okay."

They happened to pass by a movie theater on the way, and there was a popsicle vendor at the entrance. He Yuan bought her a red bean flavored one: "If you're unhappy, just tell your family. We'll all listen to you."

Pingping smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Okay." He Yuan also bought Youyou a mung bean flavored one.

When the father and daughter returned home, Youyou happily started eating a mung bean-flavored popsicle. Seeing that her older sister was also quite happy, she asked, "Did you win the argument?"

Pingping: "Normal operation."

Youyou: "Wow, you're really something."

Pingping gave him a disdainful look, then went to pat the dog's head.

Youyou took out four hundred yuan and showed it off to her.

Pingping was so shocked she couldn't speak: "You only entertained two groups of people for three hours and earned four hundred yuan in tips!!"

Youyou laughed smugly: "Envious, aren't you?"

Pingping snorted coldly and remained silent.

Youyou generously gave her half: "Here, this is your share. Don't say I'm not generous. I'm going to use the rest of my money to buy some small gifts for my friends when I go abroad."

Pingping happily put the money in her pocket and then asked her father, "When are we going abroad?"

He Yuan replied: "August."

Pingping and Youyou, the two siblings, frowned in unison: "Is the Olympics going to start in mid-July?"

He Yuan explained, "We can't spare that much time to go out, so we can only go halfway through. We just want to see your sister's competition as much as possible. We can't ask for too much."

There will be a large entourage on this trip abroad.

Wandering around is out of the question.

Everything must be done according to the established route.

The two siblings sighed regretfully, saying that given their parents' situation, they should be grateful if they could even go.

*
On July 28, 1984, as dusk fell in the capital, countless families turned on their televisions in unison. Many families even moved their televisions to prominent and spacious locations so that more people could watch the Olympic delegations enter the stadium.

At the Guangdong Provincial Machinery Factory, a group of people stared at the latest color TV from the Feiyu Factory.

Old Mrs. Qin scolded, "Is this the channel for the Olympics? You're all so stupid. Don't tune to the wrong channel and you'll delay my viewing of Xiaoyu."

"Yes, they're all watching the Olympics."

Everyone had prepared wooden stools early on and arranged them in a circle around the television, as if holding some kind of solemn ceremony.

Granny Qin waved her palm-leaf fan anxiously, constantly asking the young man beside her, "When will it start? Why are these foreigners so slow?"

"It's coming soon..."

Zhang Dongfei was so annoyed. He had to feed the child half a watermelon while also having to appease this old woman.

He bought a house near the machinery factory because someone was willing to sell it, and it was close to his sister, so he came back.

Old Mrs. Qin frowned as she stared at the color TV, watching a group of children running around, and scolded, "Don't block the way!"

At eight o'clock sharp.

The television screen finally showed content from the United States, starting with an aerial shot from a US television station.

Their country's highways are teeming with traffic, the golden sunlight on the beaches is dazzling, and a giant five-ring symbol rotates atop the stadium.

The commentator's voice came through the television's thin speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the United States of America. The opening ceremony of the 23rd Olympic Games is about to begin..."

The alleyway quieted down.

A moment later, a burst of exclamations and envy erupted.

"Look at that building!"

"There are so many cars!"

"That person is so chubby!"

"That stadium is huge..."

...(End of chapter)